musings of wrath

It’s been two weeks since we’ve had contact with the Earth SGC. We lost contact with the Lazarus when those bastards attacked. We saw one hell of a show in the night sky, though.

We contacted the less aggressive humans on the planet, and we’re hoping Earth SGC sends in a team soon. The last message we’d sent got cut short, but we’re hoping the need for help made it through.

The humans in Halus call the “Aztecs” the Sanctified. Apparently, they’re direct decendents of the original humans who brought the gates to this galaxy. Something happened to them to drive them nuts.

They certainly went nuts on us. A few days after Dr. Jackson went home, they all disappeared into the woods. We didn’t see any of them for nearly a month. That’s when we discovered a shuttle had been taken one morning. By time we’d found out, they had already boarded the Lazarus. We found a couple of escape pods the next day, but they were empty and still sealed shut.

They’re smarter than we gave them credit, we know that now. They’ve held the gate complex ever since.

We’re making our way to the temperate continent, to try and haggle the use of the second gate, there. Assuming, of course, this enhanced generator still works. It’s my hope that we can tag this galaxy as a dead zone, and move on to the next one. I have a feeling that General Hammond will disagree. I wish we’d never found that trade network.